Age Brings About Everything; But It Is

There Is No Protection Against Slander.

I Have A Heart To Love All The World; And Like Alexander I Wish There Were Yet Other Worlds, So I Could Carry Even Further My Amorous Conquests.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We Have No Claim To Share In The Glory Of Our Ancestors Unless We Endeavor To Resemble Them.